Vacation, it’s almost my favorite word in the English language. At least this week anyway. I’m off and I love it. Why am I up at 5AM if it’s my vacation? I wish I wasn’t, but old habits die hard. We have nothing planned really, a little trip to see some friends & lots of R&R. Actually a lot of my plan for the week consists of house stuff and/or girlie stuff. Today is Mani/Pedi day.. I’m must try to get a haircut soon, but have the worst time finding a stylist who well doesn’t suck. Really people, if you have bad hair, I’ll be damned if I’m letting you cut mine. Don’t you think they would realize that?